The Words I Never Said [editing]

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jonas

After leaving Danielle's house, I felt a large weight being lifted off my shoulders. I finally told her of my past- maybe not all of it, but the main part.

She understood and didn't consider me a freak, or more of an outcast than I already am. Danielle probably understood some of what I went through, because she no longer has a father, and I no longer have a father either. Although she has her mother, and I don't, she can understand half of what I've been through. And I respect that.

My feet hit the shadowed pavement as I take large steps towards home. It's really late now, almost 2 am, and today, I have school.

Whose going to be tired for classes today?

This guy!

I take the key from my back pocket, unlocking the front door to get inside. I shut and lock it behind me once I'm in and tip toe down the basement steps to my bedroom. I shut and lock that door as well. I breathe a sigh of relief once I know I didn't awaken anyone.

I walk to my closet, taking out a clean t-shirt. I slip it on and remove my pants, hopping into bed. I close my eyes and relax, trying to fall asleep.

Her blonde hair peaks out from the front of the couch. Her eyes fixated on the televison in front of her. She's watching a Disney movie as always, with a bowl of popcorn resting in her lap. I walk towards her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. I kiss the top of her head, and she turns around.

I fall to the ground, a gasp of shock escapes my lips.

She's half Danielle, half my mother. Her left eye is grey and shinning, while her other eye is brown and lifeless. Her nose is two different shapes, and their lips are both upward in a smile. On my mother's side, she has a few wrinkles, while Danielle's is baby smooth.

"W-What happened?" I ask.

"What are you talking about Jonas?" My mother's voice asks.

The half-person-thing in front of me doesn't use Danielle's voice.

Maybe it won't even let her talk? Or it might just be like that, because Danielle is mute in real life. And it's the same in my nightmares.

She gets up, walking towards me.

"G-Get away!" I yell, stuttering. I scoot back on my butt, moving futher away from it.

Everything spins around me, and the setting changes place.

I'm now standing in front of a bathroom door, about 5 feet in front of it. It's opened, exposing what's happening before my eyes. The half-my-mom-half-danielle-thing is in front of the mirror, looking right in it. I can only see Danielle's side, but I see the other half, my mother's half, from the reflection in the mirror.

There are tear stains on both of their cheeks, and a pill bottle in Danielle's hand. My mother pops the top of the lid with her hand, and they both look into it.

I know what's about to happen.

"Stop! Don't do it!" I yell as loud as I can. I try moving to smack the bottle out of their hands, but I can't move. It's like I'm frozen in place.

They turn on the faucet, getting a sip of water. Danielle's hand pours about 20 pills into their mouths. Their grip tightens on the sink ledge, but then their body sways, falling to the ground.

"No! Why- Stop!" I yell.

They don't hear me.

It's like something clicked inside of me. I try moving again, and this time I succeed. I run towards them, falling to my knees on the tiled floor.